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returning nature's call

Posted 5/16/2011 7:09pm by Shiloh Avery.
strawberries ripening on the plant
Strawberries ripening on the plants
honeybee on wild blackberry blooms
A honeybee feasting on blackberry nectar


I try my Midwestern best to remain calm and steady—no extremes. But there are moments of intoxicating joy that sneak up on me here on the farm.  What I mean is: sometimes I just can’t help it.  Often, this time of year (the time of insanity—is there a line in “Turn! Turn! Turn!” that says “a time for insanity”?), we’ve got our heads down, working so hard we forget to look up at the magnificence surrounding us, both cultivated and natural.  We lose touch with the glory that is spring, when the world is screaming “yes! Life!” all around us (really, it’s a bit over the top for my Midwestern sensibilities).  But nature has its own wake-up call and is not afraid to use it.  Take yesterday, for example: I was listening to the radio on my earphones while operating the tractor at a high and loud engine RPM.  You’d think that would be enough to drown out nature, but I passed the strawberry field and was nearly knocked off the tractor by the most intoxicating scent: ripe strawberries!  My mouth watered Pavlovically (oh yes, I did just say Pavlovically), and I was forced (Forced! I say) to descend from my throne of oblivion and feast with wild abandon till I lay, belly up, bloated and smiling like the village fool. Then, as if that weren’t enough to make me stand up and notice, this morning the scent of wild blackberry blooms overpowered my senselessness like a child’s stomping feet and shrill scream:  “Look at me!  Look at me! Look at me!”  Hello nature, I got your message and am returning your call.



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